Excer-sighs

Today started out pretty well. Despite not wanting to get out of bed, I managed to make it to class bright eyed and bushy haired (I may not be a squirrel, but most days I still resemble a 12 year old Hermione Granger,) and dropped a flat left split first up. It was all downhill from there.
Let me just say that it was  slow decline, and my inadequacies in Pilates went mostly unnoticed, but once I reached the last class of the day, there was nowhere to hide. Danced to Madonna's "Sexercise," our routine put me well out of my depth. To give you an idea of just how terrible I was at this sassy, trashy and sexy dance, I managed to put my neck out within the first 8 counts. Not even dancing it, just while we were learning it. Nothing sexier than a tilted head and a slight grimace right? Right... I then continually stacked it as we did a bend and snap-esque leg drop, and was let down by my cheesy love of aerobics. We were doing some mock work-out moves that required some leg kicks and rolls on the floor, and while everyone else kept it seductive, my rolls looked a lot more like a retarded dolphin, and with each run, my face got redder and sweatier, which really did nothing to add to my appeal.
Just before we left class, it started bucketing down  outside, and in getting to and from the car, I got soaked. Add this to my already sweaty body and bedraggled hair, and I became possibly the least attractive human on the planet at that particular time. It did give me a little extra motivation to run super fast down to my flat though. Once I arrived, I found that I had left a window open in the morning, and there was quite a large puddle waiting for me inside. Ignoring it for a while did nothing to make it go away, and so I eventually got around to mopping it up.
While washing my hair, I managed to burn my baked sweet potato chips, which was not such a lovely smell to come out of the bathroom to, but it ensured that I had nice crunchy chips.
Right now I'm off to nurse my slightly injured aerobic pride and attempt to roll out my neck, which is obviously very anti-seduction.  I guess this is lucky, as there is nothing less attractive than me using my foam roller.
                         Xx, Little Duck